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UHHHH!! You don't know what we doin right here!

Intro/Chorus One: repeat 2X

One two three we gon' turn it outAnd make you rock to the beat and then scream and shoutWe gonna hit you with the shit we got hereWe gonna blow your miiiinnnd (blow your miiiinnnd)Keep it movin like this keep it movin like thatIf I die I'ma only come backYo I'm saying if you think that you can step to me wrongDon't even waste your tiiiimmme (waste your tiiiimmme)

Chorus Two:

You niggaz talk shit then abandon shipNiggaz talk shit then they abandon shipNiggaz talk shit, then they abandon shipNiggaz talk shit then they abandon ship

Verse One: Rampage the Last Boy Scout, Busta Rhymes

I 8Off like the Assassin, now I'm blastin I'm takin overStick you for your blue Range RoverI told ya, Rampage a real live soldierBeen in the game, sinc the age of thirteenA microphone fiend, so I'm goin to see my P.O.It's August the 1st, so I guess I'm a LeoMy P.O., look like Vanessa Del RioShe pulled my rap sheet, just like, Neo Geo

Hahahaaa! I always roam through the forestJust like a brontosaurus, born in the month of Mayso my sign is Taurus, kick you in your facelike my fuckin name was Chuck Norris, make you sing my chorusRock to the beat and then, turn into a walrusYou remain nameless, my victory remains flawlessActing like you wild, but I know you really harmlessWhile your time is coming, I make the fat shit regardless

Many niggaz wanna know when the Ramp returnYo I'm gettin phone calls from that nigga Howard SternHe wants to know about my Flip Mode clickThe way we get down and BUST NIGGAZ SHITLP after LP, we make G'sI run up in your ganks den take you for your keysI'm not lying or joking, you get brokenDead in Flatbush, back to Roanoake and...

People always askin me, how your shit be sellinFor makin shit guaranteed to bust your fuckin melonPolice throwed me up on charges like I was a felonThere was no tellin, when I was strikin had you swellinCruisin in my Lands, watch the police how they be gellinLock you up for days and got a nigga ass smellinYo FUCK THAT! You best believe there ain't no time for dwellinIf you ain't makin noise you need to kill the fuckin yellin

Chorus OneChorus Two

Verse Two: Rampage, Busta

Yo, yo, yo I run up in your set like a New York city...I can't slip, I beat you down with my vice gripYour lost, that means you way off courseNo remorse, I'm gettin five in The Source

I be saddleback biting motherfuckers like a horseTurn and toss, niggaz all up in my applesauceWatch me reinforce, my shit feel good like intercourseEver since I was a shorty rockin Hugo Boss

Aiyyo bust it Bust (why) you just made my dayIf you didn't put me on I'd be locked like O.J.Now I'm writin rhymes hittin shorties everydayIn the full runnin drinkin ice TanquerayI don't eat pork I take a fish felletNow I'm knockin out niggaz from .. to .. touche!Now I'm goin back around the wayI'm rippin shit, like my name was Marvin Gaye

Yo, now I'm back with more Bionic like my name was Colt SeaversGot you niggaz open like a bunch of wide receiversTime is on the meter, go clean your act up in the cleanersChickenhead, give me some of your chicken fajitasYo I beg your pardon, I write my rhymes way past the marginsSqueeze the Charmin, peace to one million men marchinWhen you talk shit you really don't know what you startinNow your shit is done like a fuckin empty milk carton

It's on for the nine-six, mad shows at the RitzNow we got you open like FixxStickin to your stomach like Quaker Oat GritsFisherman hat with my brand new kicksOn the low, I still rock my GirbaudsSee the show, I got my nickel plated fo'-fo'All my rough niggaz open the do'Cause Boy Scout brings the ruckus and I'm still hardco'

Yo, when I walk streets you know my blade's a little sharperFuck Peter Parker, I cross you like a magic markerEverytime I hit I always hit a little harderBlazing to the point where niggaz look a little darkerCatching suntans from my music, fans understandMaking fat shit, I always love to lend a helping handOrganized rhyme unit like the Poison ClanWhile your ride is busted, I be your luxury SedanNumber one nigga in the chain of commandBreakin fool in school like my nigga Geechie DanAiyyyyyo, I see intruders on my scanSingin at your funeral like Bobby Bluebland